[ Now Claude gasps, because he clearly hasn't made the sheer audacity of this impertinence clear like the (faux) insults and (feigned) blows to his ego will never end and he'll never recover. Obviously the only clear solution here is to continue escalating it as though that bite of the roll he'd willingly tossed is the final straw. ]

I see how it is. [ There's a theatrically wounded sigh for good measure because nothing in what he's about to say is going to be true, then - ] I'll just take this with me to where I can be properly appreciated, if you don't mind.

[ While talking he's already grabbing the platter of the pheasant and the sauce to go with it like he's actually about to take this to somewhere else in the loft to dine alone, and unless Sylvain stops him - well, here goes balancing both plus his wine glass with the air of someone who's perhaps carried a ridiculous amount of food for one person from a starting location to another and isn't worried about dropping any of it. ]

Also, when it comes to anyone being elderly here I'm pretty sure that's you since you're still older.

[ Maturity! ]